Day 10
Banksy, Bulgaria to a ski resort
Not a very eventful day. The journey out of town was interesting. Satnav didn't seem to have any idea where we were so we followed our noses till Sally Satnav found us. The initial journey was reminiscent of home with the Green hedges and golden yellow from the Rape however on closer inspection the yellow was fields of sunflowers. There was of course the Prostitutes road side, at 10 a.m! The scenery morphed into mountains and a steady incline where we came across Team Trauma and followed the rear of their Ambulance. But not before we may have needed their services. I was busy calculating our hours traveled and miles when Craig shouted put your seat belt on. Craig doesn't normally shout. Apparently we had had a very close shave. Olly vs huge lorry. It was on our side of the road hurtling down the mountain. Nik who was driving couldn't go any where as we were mountain side. It missed us by millimetres Craig said and the boys were both visibly shaken.
Back in the mountains again, the terrain I have found a new love for was lovely. We headed for the ski town of Banksy. I was expecting nice ski chalets which were really picturesque. Far from it. We couldn't locate our apartment and a very nice Bulgarian lady came to our aid noticing our car was not Bulgarian. I'm sure she noticed more than that!
We finally found it and it looked closed. Nik headed towards a large wooden door and found out I was the correct one and they had our booking for a 2 bed apartment. Trigger crew arrived just behind us as Craig was very carefully negotiating bringing Olly into the underground car park. The apartment was lovely with really sunny balcony so I set about washing clothes, again!
We met up with a few others to have a couple of beers in the sun. Craig had a dip in the pool and then we took advantage of having a kitchen and cooked dinner. Chilled night I. And Nik exhausted so off to bed we made him go.
Tomorrow we're off to .............,
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